♬ P l a y B y T h e
T u n e
Hello,
It’s time for another Ida and Gerald play. Are you ready?
Actually, this is mostly talking, feeling each other out, before the big bad dive into the deep end.
I’m also planning on re-posting the previous three parts on my Rhine-Cane blog (but that’s a projects that can wait), for now you’ll find the other parts here:
I hope you’ll like it!
(Warns: 18+ // consensual bdsm // vivid // no triggers, just adult talking)
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To: NYC, Gerald : SUN 07.14AM
Hi. I’m sorry I left without saying goodbye the other night.
I woke early and I didn’t want to wake you.
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From: NYC, Gerald : SUN 07.18AM
That’s okay. I get it. I hope you came home alright.
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To: NYC, Gerald : SUN 07.19AM
I did. Thanks.
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To: NYC, Gerald : SUN 07.21AM
Listen. I would like to come by tonight. Can I?
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From: NYC, Gerald : SUN 07.35AM
Sure. Wear lingerie, and heels. And nothing else.
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From the outside it looked rather innocent, Gerald’s apartment, that is. Warm orange glow from small lamps in the gloom of a bookcase. A smooth tune of bluesy jazz swirling out from his record player. Rich dark floors, buffed to a shine, spread seamlessly out from hallway to living room, to bedroom, making the space easy to cross in one long walk.
But I didn’t move. I still stood on the other side on the doorstep even though Gerald had opened the front door ajar, and stepped aside.
My heavy coat was too warm, it made beads of sweat prickle on the back of my neck, but I couldn’t take it off just yet. What I was wearing underneath shouldn’t be flashed out here in the public hallway.
It was a white lace bodysuit with matching rosy clip on stockings. And nothing else. Well, except my coat, which I had buttoned from hem to hem, and a set of high black heels.
Like Gerald had instructed via our texts.
I was all ready to go. Still, I didn’t take the step to cross the brink.
“What’s the matter?” Gerald lifted his dark brows and looked at me, maybe concerned that I was having second thoughts.
I wasn’t but—
“Can we talk? I mean…” I looked over my shoulder and found the hallway empty. “Before I come in. Completely?” I turned my face back and winced slightly. I hoped he caught my drift without me needing to say the actual embarrassing words: before I act as your submissive and you do horrible things to me, that I very much want you to do…
Gerald had made it clear on our first ‘date’, if you could you even call it that when there hadn’t been a dinner or a kiss, that he had strict rules on how I was to act once I stepped onto his territory.
He had said that he expected me to ‘be nothing’. To put away my pride and obsession with playing the piano to perfection, and submit to his will.
But right now, Gerald just smiled and shrugged. It was a very normal Gerald-gesture that I knew from our professional relation at orchestra rehearsal.
“Sure.” He gestured a lax ‘come-in’ and as I passed him in the door, he added softly: “you look beautiful tonight.”
It made me blush and I tugged a lock of my chestnut wavy hair behind my ear. It was nice to be given a complement, but it was complicated.
I stood in his hallway, twirling my top button between my fingers, and Gerald closed the door.
“Can I take your coat?” He offered.
The smooth jazz filled a pause.
“… I suppose.” I muttered and hesitantly undid the first button under my chin. Gerald came over. Standing close enough to touch, and his index finger grazed the next button on the coat that sat right on my collarbone.
“Can I help you take it off?” He asked quietly. A few strands of his black hair fell out of his sleeked back hair and in his eyes, when he looked down at me. Gerald was a tall man. Strong too. The black tee stretched on his frame up over his shoulders, over his arms, and hung loose at his waist.
I nodded slowly.
He undid me, popping buttons out of their holes in a steady, abiding pace until he reached the end. When the coat flowed open he made a deep sigh and took me in as I stood there in my skimpy lingerie that he had wanted.
The bra was a balcony, barely holding my soft chest inside the lace, and the pale, see-through fabric ran in the same delicate pattern down my ribs, stomach, hips and finally over my subtle line of dark hairs.
We weren’t in a game yet, we had agreed to push the beginning only a minute ago, but I was biting my lip and warming in other places than my face already.
It was the way he looked at me.
Gerald’s eyes had hazed slightly. He couldn’t seem to tear his eyes away from my body and I couldn’t tear mine away from his either.
Then he shook his head and grinned. White teeth flashing and that one crooked corner tooth making his face as charming as ever.
“I can’t believe I don’t get to fuck you right here on the floor. You look like my own custom made piece of candy.” He laughed and sheepishly sleeked the black stands back in their do again.
I bit my lip harder because now I was about to grin too. I slid my arms out of the coat and Gerald stepped around to take it off me and hang it on the rack.
“Well… That’s your call.” I said and glanced down on the floor. I imagined how the dark, polished floorboards would be cool against the warm damp skin of my shoulder blades and butt. To have sex on the floor would hurt my lower back, or my knees, depending on how he’d force me to the ground with his weight. But I wouldn’t mind any of it.
Not one bit.
“I owe you a scene first, don’t I? Besides, you asked for a chat.” Gerald walked ahead and through the doorway that led into the open living room furnished with leather chairs and a soft couch. “Come, we’ll go sit down before I fuck your brains out, shall we?” He joked over his shoulder in a stride.
Once my blush had faded a bit, I followed him.
Gerald let himself fall down in the low-backed armchair, like last time, and I sat on the couch, also like last time. I’d fallen asleep in the pillows and the blanket, and I’d slept until five in the morning, where I had snuck out without a sound. I still felt guilty for vanishing in the dead of night like after a horrid one-night stand, but Gerald hadn’t mentioned my disappearing act, and that was not what I wanted to ‘chat’ about.
“So, what’s on your mind?” Gerald asked as if he’d heard my thoughts.
“I want to ask about what we’re doing.” I said carefully.
When I’d gotten home that morning, I had been overflowing with emotion. Happy, sad, relief and regret. It had all bubbled up in me and I’d run to the bathroom to get in the shower. I couldn’t say why I had felt so dirty, but a part of it was because I was. I had been a mess and I needed to wash all that strange exhilarating humiliation off as fast as I could.
He tilted his head.
“That’s a bit vague, but ask away.”
“You told me that I am under your command, what if you command me to do something that I don’t want to do, and you go too far?”
“Then, you use your safe word? That’s why you have it. And you can leave at any given time.” His gaze kept wandering to my cleavage, and it was extremely satisfying to know that I had such a drawing effect on him.
“What if I can’t say anything? And I can’t move.” I asked and raised a chilled brow. Like last time, where Gerald had jammed my throat with his cock and tied my hand behind my back.
He smirked. A veil of shadow waved over his narrow gaze. It was the other, darker, part of him that was stepping into the conversation. The part that had liked to choke me.
“Then you muffle it. Or gag it. Or cry it. I speak gibberish.” The shadow slid away again. “But also, my focus is on you. Your limit and your boundary, and I can see when I’m closing in on it, without you telling me. Your job is to make sure I don’t slide that last inch over the line.”
The memory of how it had felt when Gerald hold on to my hair and then brutally stuffing my mouth full, made me tingle. I had been closing in on something that night, but I hadn’t been nearly close enough to make me call it quits. I could take more.
“Okay. Another question, am I your submissive outside your apartment? I mean, not at work, but in public?”
Gerald shrugged a shoulder.
“No, not really. Being in the sub, or dom roles all the time can be very natural for some people. But I personally like to take things one scene at the time. And then an instruction via text or a field trip once in a while.” He gestured my outfit. “If that’s okay with you?”
I looked down at the way the tight clip-on stockings made a little gliding dent in the soft flesh of my inner thighs when I sat down. I’d bought the set in the nicest little lingerie shop on Lower Manhattan. My tour assistant, Destiny, had given me the tip on where to go shop for delicates, since I was a tourist. She’d leered when she’d handed me the address on a post-it, asking me if it was for someone special. I’m sure Destiny never pictured ‘easy going Gerald from the concert hall’ to be the one who’d made me want to dress up like a high end prostitute.
“Yes. I’m fine with texts. But, what do you mean field trip?” I had a guess, but the thought made me anxious.
“I could parade you around Times Square in chains and a latex suit?”
I paled.
Gerald laughed.
“I’m joking. Sorry, sorry. I would never do that, I was just curious to see how you’d react.”
“You’re being awfully sadistic for someone who’s supposed to be out of his dominating character.” I crossed my arms.
“I know. Sorry.” He laughed a bit more. Gerald had one of the nicest of smiles I’d ever seen. A real Boy Scout beam, and he even had a dimple in his cheek when he smiled wide. “It’s your outfit. It’s throwing me off. I’ll be serious now. Promise.” He ran a hand over his jaw and pinched his cheeks like a kid who tried to stop himself from smiling. My heart was rapidly warming too, and now embers were softly glowing in three places of my body.
Then Gerald continued.
“A field trip would be if I took a scene out in public, but not actually exposing you to any real danger. So, I might take you for a walk with a vibrater down your panties, or ask you to go masterbate in the bathroom of a cafe. It’s meant to up ‘the risk’ and test the trust in the relationship, but I just think it fun.”
The thought made me frown. It was bad enough that Gerald had seen me in a very embarrassing state of mind, but to risk being seen by others was…
“Have you done it before?”
“Yes.” He crossed his legs, placing his ankle on his knee.
“Did it ever go wrong?” I leaned in.
He made a thinking noise.
“No, not per say. We weren’t discovered, but there was one close call. I’m not gonna lie there’s always an element of the unknown when you take scenes outside.”
“What was the scene?”
He looked away and chucked.
“A very, very, naughty one. But I usually don’t share my plays, I think it’s a little disrespectful to the other parties involved. You have to remember that it’s all about trust. I won’t tell anyone about what I’ve done to you either.” He met my eyes knowingly.
“Oh.” It was my turn to be sheepish. “I understand…” I couldn’t help but to imagine at what he’d been doing with someone else, and where they might have been doing it. And I found myself oddly envious of their adventures endeavors.
“These other parties, they don’t mind you setting up scenes with me?” I was floating into an uncharted part of our relationship, and it felt like it was slightly more dangerous waters to paddle. Gray waters, with blurry lines.
Gerald shifted in his seat.
“I don’t have any exclusives. And nothing steady. I don’t have a vanilla girlfriend either, if that’s what you’re wondering.” He cleared his throat.
That was exactly what I had been wondering. I didn’t know that much personal information about Gerald. I knew how he liked his coffee, I knew he always wore a wrist watch and that he liked Bach, but other than small-talk, his life was a mystery to me.
Then, as if remembering that he’d put the kettle on it something, Gerald jerked, sitting up straight in his chair.
“Do you?” He asked with a frown.
I wasn’t sure what to make of his reaction.
“No. I don’t have a boyfriend. And I don’t want one. I travel so much for work and… Dating takes focus away from my practice time.” And there was that additional fact that most guys bored me to tears.
Long draining wine dinners or annoying man-splaining during cultural movies. Men came and went, and I rarely met up with the same guy more than twice.
And now this was technically already my second ‘date’ with Gerald. And I could say with the utmost certainty, he had never bored me, not even for a second.
Gerald relaxed in the chair, relieved.
“I never even stopped to ask you that.” He said.
“Would it have been a problem?” Getting grayer, blurrier.
Gerald hesitated.
“Maybe.” He held my eyes, almost challenging me to steer the boat directly into the black and purple lightning storm of our chat.
“Then it’s good that I’m all alone.” I spun the wheel and headed towards the safer shores. I couldn’t face the thrashing waves without a life jacket, “and I don’t have any more questions.” I lifted my chin.
Gerald stared me down for another minute, then blinked away whatever curious warmth that had been swirling on his face.
“All done, Ida?” He asked, slipping on his cool, almost numb face, that turned his expression from kind to cruel.
I wasn’t sure what I was allowed to answer, but decided I’d stick to his rules from last time.
My fingers curled up in my palms. My heart was pounding in my chest. It was the anticipation that made my blood rush, the tick tick tick of the roller coaster being dragged up the vertical hill, and then the surge of the dive.
“Yes sir.”
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